Day 23/30: What whittles down
Unfortunate enough to catch a cold with this resurgence of chilly weather. Being sick means fog in the brain, and poems worse than usual. Am not despairing.
- - Can't recall anymore through the thicket of my skull if I borrowed/adapted this form from somewhere else. I only remember trying to find a median between the first and second buzkashi poems.
- - Sat with Gilead, Lucie Brock-Broido, and an excellent piece by Emal Haidary in the LA Times.
- - And also, some lines from the latest Hannibal episode.
"Getting the Hero to Speak"
- - Idea from a poem in Monica Youn's first book, Barter--in the notes section, she mentions one aspect of Greek hero workship in which supplicants pour blood down a funnel through the grave of a hero in order to get the hero to speak. Subsequently Googled all I could find about Greek hero cults. So awesome.
- - JB assigned me some James Tate reading from his Selected--and loosely took the scaffold of the poem "Loyalty."
- - Realized that I can't really be funny in a poem.
"From the Conch"
- - Poem I sadly eked out while sick in bed yesterday. Totally embarrassed, but this might be the closest to funny I can get.
- - Scaffold of poem from James Tate's "Annual Report."
- - Totally a coincidence that JB's poem for this day also used more than one parentheticals. Funny because we were in separate states while composing our poems.
- - The line "Last week the mermaid died of breast cancer" borrowed of course from Yoko Tawada's Where Europe Begins. She's my myth-genius.
Over & out--